apartment C3

Naslov sporočila: apartment C3 Ned Maj 12, 2013 5:08 pm

tag; mon amour, jacqueline srcek

he was finally here. two weeks ago when jackie disappeared from his life without any goodbye, or clue as to where she might’ve gone, etienne thought it would be impossible to find her. but then on the other hand, he was a police officer, and tracking people down was something he did for a living. so it wasn’t all that hard finding jacqueline pierrette in philadelphia that registered for an apartment. the tricky part came next. changing jobs and transferring to a new country sounded insane, even to his own ears, but etienne was a damn good cop, and his superiors knew it. so if he wanted to go chase criminals across the pond, they’d make it happen. the paperwork was still processing, but he was confident. on paid leave, he sold his apartment, and packed his small belongings to his suitcase, mailed the rest, and here he was. it sounded pretty simple when he thought about it now. but he never would have gotten through it, if not for endless amount of booze. and a steady stream of women parading through his almost empty parisian apartment. he couldn’t decide whether or not he liked philly yet, but the neighborhood where jackie was definitely not the nicest place. not that they lived so rich before, and it certainly wasn’t anything new for him. but still, he had to worry about her, it was in his blood. he was still pissed, furious actually that she disappeared on him like that. he thought they were in it together, but he guessed he was wrong.

but now, it was too late to change his mind. heaving his suitcase upstairs, he made it to the second floor where the doors were located. he was mental. that was the only explanation. he quit his job. he had no place to stay. he booked no hotel. because he knew there was only one place he was staying. and she was crazy if she thought otherwise. without even thinking twice he knocked, harshly on her doors. it wasn’t that late, so she was certainly awake. and etienne was anything but in a good mood – with a hangover the size of switzerland, fourteen hour flight over and clothes that reeked of airplane, the only thing he wanted to do, was to sleep. even if it was on a couch. “jacqueline! c’est moi. etienne.” he announced when nothing happened and knocked again, this time more softly. he waited, and waited, and waited, until finally the doors opened. dropping the suitcase to the ground he sighed and gave her a wary look. “bonsoir jacqueline. did you really have to make me come all this way?” without even giving her a chance to respond he dragged his luggage in and took a quick look around the apartment. “come here.” he pulled her in for a long hug, inhaling her sweet scent that smelled so much like home, he almost wanted to weep. but they were far away from home, and doing a damn good job burning all their bridges to ever go back. “now,” he added more harshly. “would you like to explain what the hell you were thinking?”

Naslov sporočila: Re: apartment C3 Ned Maj 12, 2013 5:38 pm

her new apartment was full od painting easels, colors, brushes, her sketch-books. she brought here with her as much stuff as she could, but most of those resources were brand new and she was trying them out 24/7, determined to drown herself in art. this way she had a safe way to chanel all her tears and fears onto a simple painting. she didn't need words. she just needed a blank canvas and a brush. the apartment itself wasn't all that expensive, but the furniture was, and so were her painting accessories. most of the money vanished so she could pay for classes – school didn't start until october and now she had time on her hands, to earn money, so she'll be able to pay the bills when landlord comes knocking on her doors. maybe she'll find a job as a waitress, maybe she could do that. she never had to work a day in her life, jacques took care of that – he let her paint all days up in the cellar where the light was the best due to big victorian windows of their home. but this was the right time to grow up, to prove to herself that she's perfectly capable of surviving completely on her own. she pulled her shirt further down and made a face at a sight of new color splatches on it. that was nothing new, but the shirt was. goddammit. she was never able to keep the paint only on her hands and on the canvas, it was always all over the place. a harsh knocking sound interrupted the calming silence and she put the brush down, then cleaned her hands on an already dirty cloth. she hurried to the doors, throwing them open expectantly. whoah. not what she expected though.

''oui, je veux que c'est toi,'' she murmured back in complete and utter surprise. there he was. her brother's best friend. her savior at his funeral. her teenage crush. her dream man she'll never have. most of the girls were crushing bad on orlando bloom or some hot male model, she was always completely hooked on him. once it even got so far, she didn't want to acknowledge any other male human being. it was just him. but she was just a child back then. ''i...'' she started and was fully prepared to stop his advances but he already pushed inside and dragged an enormous suitcase in with him. ''what is that? why are you here?'' she suddenly bursted out with questions and she wanted to kick that suitcase so that it would fly back outside. ''look, etienne, i'm sorry i didn't tell you i'm leaving. but there was no need for you to come here on vacation. you love your job, go back to it. i'll be fine. i have absolutely everything figured out,'' she continued, lying smoothly because there was already so many times she lied to him. and to jacques. but those were simple lies as in – no, there'll be no boys at that party. yes, i was with aurelie and her parents were home. her breath caught as he invaded her personal space and those big warm hands wrapped themselves around her upper body in a lingering hug. she carefully placed her hands on his back but then awkwardly coughed as he stayed there for a moment too long. so she quickly stepped away. ''i got paint on you shirt, i'm sorry,'' she apologized again, pointing towards a bright red spot on his clean shirt. ''i had to leave,'' she shrugged, that explained it all. she didn't want to be haunted by her brother's ghost for her whole life.

Naslov sporočila: Re: apartment C3 Ned Maj 12, 2013 8:07 pm

tag; mon amour, jacqueline srcek

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she was okay. that was his first thought. the days he had to spend in france, waiting so he could leave were agonizing, because she was so far away, and he had no way of knowing whether or not she was fine. and it was killing him. etienne got so used to the fact she was always just a few steps away, so used to the fact she was constantly in his life, it was hard. it was impossible to think she would no longer be there. just like it was impossible to think jacques was gone. but here they were. “that my dear, is what they call a suitcase.” he explained like he was talking to a toddler. “it’s used for storing your belonging when travelling. perhaps you might’ve heard of it.” dropping it very unceremoniously on the floor he took a longer look around now, taking in all the paints and brushes. it already looked so much like her. smelled like her too. whenever he smelled fresh paint somewhere he instantly thought of her. “and you should be, sorry that is. i nearly went crazy looking for you.” he added harshly, but she had to know the truth. damn her, losing Jacques was hard on him as well, he was like a brother to him. and on top of that he had to lose her as well? no way in hell. “on vacation?” he barked out and then laughed. god she was so infuriating. but he loved her anyways. he plopped himself down on the sofa and looked up at her, still standing there. “if you think I’m letting you move to america on your own, you’re crazy.” crossing his arms across the chest he frowned. he knew she would argue, she was jacqueline after all, but he knew how to deal with her. or at least she was the most important, the only important thing in his life, and he knew how to fight for that.

“of course i love my job. but i also love you. and if you’re moving to america then I’m moving here with you. so yeah, I’ll get a job here, be one of those american cops.” he pointed an imaginary gun at her and grinned. “freeze! see? I can do it already.” sighing he leaned back and gave her a long hard stare. “i don’t care about the stupid shirt jacks, come here.” he caught her tiny arm in his and tugged her closer, so he pulled her on the couch with him and looked at her. she was driving him crazy, she was. “and you couldn’t tell me about it first? or at least leave a note?” he still shivered at the memory of finding the empty apartment and realizing she was gone. it hurt as much as losing jacques. “i promised him I’d take care of you, and i will.” he looked around trying to figure out how this place worked. “does this place have a spare bedroom? my back will kill me if I sleep on this sofa for more than a few nights.” etienne was slowly starting to relax, now that he made sure she was alright. or at least safe. neither of them will be alright for quite some time, but that’s okay. healing is a slow process, even though etienne had no idea what the hell he was supposed to do with her. jacques was the one that took care of her, and even though etienne loved her, and had known her all her life, she was sometimes a mystery to him. he peeked at her, sitting next to him and gave her a slight nudge. “stop frowning, you’ll get wrinkles. look, jacks, you might as well accept this is happening. i’m not going anywhere.”

Naslov sporočila: Re: apartment C3 Ned Maj 19, 2013 11:52 am

''i know it's a suitcase... but why is it so gigantic? you can't possibly have that much baggage to drag around and most certainly don't need that many clothes for a few days,'' she managed to roll her eyes as he so quickly adopted that patronizing tone of his. this seriously pissed her off – all the time, he talked down to her. as if she were still a little girl with a silly crush, dressing herself in fluffy dresses, talking to stuffed animals and obsessing over ribbons. she knew it was a suitcase, she simply didn't know why did he cram it in her new apartment? the place was small as it was, but with him inside the door frame, it felt more like a sarcofag. ''obviously you went crazy, if you came here. just – just go back home, etienne, okay? go live your life and i'll live mine here,'' she waved her hand toward the doors, pointing him straight to the exit. of course her heart had to be such a traitor. deep down inside she was childishly happy he traveled across the world to find her. and her lungs tried to suppress a few breaths, because she felt the need to squeal and to giggle and to throw her arms around his neck, holding him tight and close. but she won't do any of that – because she was so strongly determined to make him understand a simple fact: that she wasn't little jackie anymore. ''...you're the one who's crazy. you're not moving here. you have a job, etienne! you have an apartment, you have dozens of slutty bimbos willing to serve your every need. you don't have to move here,'' she stared at him with eyes wide open and probably resembled a shocked owl. ''you're not moving here!'' she said in a weird guttural voice, coming from the back of her throat. no way, no way he was staying here. but he was already sitting on her brand new sofa as if he owned the place. moron.

she bit down her lip to stop herself from bursting out. from happiness or anger, that she didn't know. of course he loved her, in a way he would love his own little sister or his best friend's sister or a stray dog from the street, or an orphan without a home. oh god, she was all that. she was an orphan and she had no one. ''where will you live?'' she narrowed her eyes on him but she already knew the answer. here. he already made himself cozy on that sofa, he might as well request a room. the force pulling her towards him was beyond strong so she let him pull her down and ended up sitting on top of his stomach even though she tried to scoot away to the empty space on the couch. she freed her hand from him and quickly sat down, a safe distance away from him. ''i was trying to leave memories behind, etienne. you're kind of a big part of them,'' she looked away. it was intentional, she did it on purpose. she didn't tell him because she knew he'll feel responsible for her. he'll try to replace jacques and yet, that wasn't exactly what bothered her. it was just him. he wasn't her brother, he never will be. ''fine! you can stay here, but leave taking care of me to me, okay?'' she found a reasonable middle way, a diplomatic solution to the problem. ''it has, but no spare bed. you'll have to get a mattress...'' she nodded and pointed towards the closed door on the other end of the room. she fumbled around with the edge of her dirty shirt, her fingers dotted with splashes of red and yellow, some black too. ''this won't work. i paint most of the nights and you... well. you know, you party hard with your head inside of a liquor pot and/or between some chick's thighs.''